The Liberation of Sullust (New Republic Invasion of the First Order)

[Nunak]

Allies: [member="The Wayfarer"]
Enemies: [member="Rexus Wenck"] | [member="Kyli DT-6767"] | Dergan Twigg
Objective: Survive.

As the charging Rexus drew close the Cathar wheeled his rotary cannon about to try and blast him away only for shoulder to meet chest. CRACK. The unnatural sound of bones breaking could be heard through flesh and sinew as the Corporal took the shoulder to the chest. Rexus' strength, power, and weight enough to leave any man broken under such force. He was sent sailing away, crashing against crates of weaponry and armor, crumpling against the ground as he gasped for breath which did not enter his lungs. His eyes bulged from their sockets with each attempt made, and when air did find purchase all it did was cause more pain. Unable to think or breath he watched the scene unfold second by second.

As the other Deathtrooper tossed in a grenade he did everything he could to crawl away, surviving the blast due to mere distance and the fact that he was essentially prone. With just a moment of respite he dug around in his pack and drew another smuggled good. Combat stims. Injecting the illegal substance into his leg the beast of a being fell into a more feral state of mind. Adrenaline rose as the pain slipped away with the added narcotics.

Any thoughts of orders, safety, and life were overridden with pure, primal, fury. Broken ribs and battle fatigue would not stop him from finding attacking his quarry. Drawing a small vibroknife from his boot he charged straight towards Rexus Wenck, attempting to drive the blade right through him, if such a thing were possible. As nerve gas filled the cart he and the last of the commandos fought valiantly, the effects of the new agent pressed upon the edges of his vision, threatening to disable him were it not for the bolstering the battle-stims provided. He would fight on for as long as he could, until either the nerve agent overcame the drug or he died due to blaster or overdose.

No inch would be given, inadvertently assisting in the escape of the others and the Wayfarer he had only briefly met. Somewhere in that rage filled mind he hoped he would find whatever he was looking for.

 

[Edward Thane]

Ship Designation: The Valiant
Allies: [member="Cuan Kunn"] | [member="Solan Charr"] | [member="Roth Tillian"]
Enemies: [member="First Order Officer"] | [member="Karlist Rax"] | [member="Ryker Atreides"] | [member="Cynthia Alucard"] | [member="Pierce Fortan III"] | [member="Siegmund Greyhelm"]
Objective: Keep the Remora's fire.

It was almost nostalgic being on a corvette. His, first, true assignment was to the Iron Empire's navy as the commanding officer of a lone imperial corvette. It bore the trademark arrowhead shape that many imperial ships possessed, despite its wide profile. What was not nostalgic, though, was the response of the Remora's captain. Turbolasers chewed through armor and components. Thane's first actions were the product of inexperience. Were they in a ship with a larger number of turbolasers as well as thicker shields and armor it may have payed off. But this corvette, with its issues of energy transference, made such a bold action foolish.

The Witchfire zipped about using its high rate of fire to destroy many of the missiles before they struck, a point defense turret which lived up to its name. "All power to the shields," commanded Edward, somewhat frantically as his mind ran over the data of his rapidly updating datapad. The ship had taken serious hits, one of the quad lasers was completely destroyed while another was in need of combat repairs. No amount of wine could relax his now racing mind as he began formulating a plan.

"Keep the Remora occupied, as long as the other ships go for the transports all will be will. Cut power to the engines to reinforce the forward deflectors. Keep those weapons firing." Licking his lips he tapped the railing that he stood by three times, some sort of nervous tick, as he began to survey the rest of the battlefield, eyes unable to focus on the flurry of action that was dog fighting.

 

[Barr Vexos]

Allies : The New Republic
Enemies: The First Order
Objective: Supply Train
Equipment: New Republic BR-1, VT-Bolt Blaster, Asheran Armorweave, Knife

The situation was bad for Barr and his soldiers in arms as they continue returning fire behind the large rocks. It took a while for him to notice, but Barr saw a noticeable small rock that had a different texture from the rocks nearby. He was about to continue firing but as he sticks his head out, a laser from one of the blaster connects to a part of the large rock. Causing a piece of it on the corner to fall off. More lasers connected to the rock again with the same results but to different parts of it. Emptying another clip, Barr went behind the rock to reload and while he did he looked at the rock itself and notice that it has gotten smaller than the first time he saw and went behind it. This forces him to put two and two together that the unit cover was about to be gone leaving them like sitting droids used for targeting practice.

Barr screams over to his captain, “We got a problem!!! The rock coming apart!!!” in a quick manner as time was not on his and his unit side. Barr didn’t know if this was part of the enemy plan or it was just luck, but he wasn’t going to worry about that right now.

Taking cover from the laser fire, Barr’s captain grabs a hold of the grenade from his vest and lobs the grenade over the rock. The grenade falls to the ground and It didn’t take long for the sound of an explosion to be heard. Smoke soon clouded the area limiting the enemy vision. Having an idea of what the unit is trying to do, the First Order soldiers move to away from the could of smoke while firing at them for cover. While this is happening, a blaster blot connects to one of the FO soldiers in the back causing him to fall. Soon another goes down after a blot connects a part of his body shorting the number of soldiers attacking.

Barr examines the area and sees that there are less than before the beginning of the battle. After a few more exchanges of gunfire, the FO soldiers realized they are being outmatched and begin to retreat with pressure coming from the New Republic soldiers.

Seeing them leave made Barr slimed if only for a second as the captain gives another order “Back to the tracks NOW!!! We now got little time to act before more come this way and the train is about to move past of designated location!!!” the rest complied and quickly began heading back to the train tracks. Barr looked over at the dead soldiers and looked away from the dead bodies. He hoped that one of the bolts that came out of his New Republic BR-1 didn’t kill them, only stunning them but a small part of him felt that he did.

 

[Marriskcal Lati]

Knight, Praetorian Guard
Equipment: Praetorian Armour, Vibro-Arbir Blade, Lightsaber (Blue), Binding Wires
Location: Archive, Jedi Temple, Biosphere Ruins, Sullust Surface
Objective: Engage the intruder
Allies: First Order
Enemies: [member="Hannah"]

Sometimes, the conclusion of a battle was determined by a series of calculated risks and unveiled opportunities, of wearing and whittling down an opponent piece by piece.

So when the mechanical being allowed her to catch a glimpse of the flaw in its defenses, Marriskcal seized upon the chance presented to her, well aware that she was revealing her own lapse and that there would be a reprisal for her audacity. But the blonde knew that she was the one at a disadvantage, for a droid did not experience debilitating pain, nor did they succumb to the press of fatigue. The longer their conflict were drawn, the likelier it would be that she would find herself falling further and further behind.

The corrosive nature of the electro-plasma filament carved its way through the protective steel exterior swiftly, allowing the vibroblade to continue its macabre undertaking with deadly efficiency. Silver fragments and golden sparks danced off the surface of both droid and armour. Then, the impassive cerulean of its eyes turned to a warm ruby. Despite all the training she had endured, one of her greatest foibles were the affection she held for those she considered siblings and friends. The unexpected wave of familiarity and nostalgia that coursed through her made Marriskcal falter, leaving herself vulnerable to the ensuing assault.

The cybernetic tail whipped through the air, moving so quickly that its movement were but a blur. With a sharp crack that echoed through the empty hall, the appendage struck across her torso, hurling the young woman away from the other, her armoured form crashing through the collection of scattered debris and dented steel shelves from before. Her vision turned dark for a fleeting moment as white hot agony began to blossom from where the strike had landed true. Clenching her jaw to suppress the hiss of discomfort that threatened to escape, Marriskcal focused the flow of the Force throughout her core, using it to augment her battered physique and chase away the pain that was clawing at the edge of her consciousness.

Through the spiderweb-fine cracks that laced the surface of her faceplate, the blonde saw her relentless opponent lunging for her once again, its red eyes fading back to its original blue. The return of its cool gaze and blank demeanour sent a spike of unreasonable anger surging within her person. While a rational part of her mind reasoned that the changing hues may merely be an inbuilt function of the droid when it was calculating the damage it had sustained, the whisper of logic drowned beneath the vehemence she felt. This thing was the antithesis of a person that Marriskcal held in fond regard, and its very existence sullied her memory.

Fury burned the last wisp of pain from her body.

From where she was still splayed out on the floor, her eyes flashed across the vicinity in hopes of a glimpse of crimson. But instead of finding her fallen blades, she caught sight of the discarded rotary cannon lying just out of reach. With a flicker of her mind, Marriskcal summoned the heavy weapon into her grasp. As the droid closed in on her position, the Praetorian heaved the cannon and smashed it into her attacker, her legs curling in preparation to lash out and kick the mechanical being off and away from her.

 

[Abigail Meredydd]

Allies: The New Republic
Enemies: The First Order || [member="Barbatos"] || [member="Micah"]

Abigail pushed herself against a wall as she heard soft sounds, before she spotted silhouettes moving in the distance. They shot into the air with great ease and speed, making Abby jealous of how easy they made it look. Whoever they were, they moved with purpose, and were probably more well-versed about the whereabouts of this artifact, so Abigail decided to follow the silhouettes.

Moving swiftly atop of broken walls and treacherous rooftops, she did her best to catch up with those ahead of her, although she did make sure to keep her distance. She clearly noticed the change of scenery as the structure ahead seemed to be more or less intact, and as damaged and broken as the rest of the ruins.

"Keep your distance", she muttered as she stood still for a moment, trying to get a hold of the Force around her. She was nearing the others, and seeing how they could be friend or foe, Abigail wasn't too keen on her Force signature. She knew she couldn't hide it as she had never learned to do so, and was probably not even capable of doing so yet. However, she could warp her signature, making it appear in places she was not, warping from place to place within a rough 200 meters. Hopefully, that would keep them off her back for now, or at least she hoped that would have them searching in the wrong places if they decided to investigate.

Not long after she had kind of succeeded in warping her signature, she spotted a few individuals leave again. Was this not the place they were looking for? Perhaps they knew more than she did. Even though that was undoubtedly the case, Abigail still needed to get inside there herself. Perhaps they was something in there that would help her.

As the others seemed to go towards another part of the ruins, Abigail quickly made her way towards the structure. Halfway there she noticed a sudden and strong Force signature. It was dark. She turned around, slightly startled, but calmed down again as she realised she hadn't been spotted. They were probably trying to lure someone into a fight. Or maybe she was overthinking it, and that was actually the location of the artifact she sought.

Ignoring the strong signature in the Force, Abigail finally made it into the intact structure, only to find more people inside. They definitely didn't look friendly. An armoured... man? Woman? Thing? Whatever it was, it probably wasn't very nice. And then she caught a glimpse of some kind of... creature she had never seen before. Her attention quickly shifted as she saw a small light on the creature's fur. Whatever it had just done, it probably wasn't in Abigail's favour.

An image flickered before her eyes. Drawings? No, symbols. Runes? Whatever they did, Abby did not know. All she knew was that they would probably take away her element of surprise, if she was lucky. It could also straight up kill her. Maybe. She didn't really understand these rune things. Either way, the masked and cloaked woman grabbed her spear from her back as she snuck forward, ready to bravely face the others if she needed to, but also a bit nervous about the runes she had seen.

Please don't explode.

 

[Toreka]

Allies: New Republic, [member="Abigail Meredydd"]
Enemies: First Order, [member="Micah"], [member="Barbatos"]
Objective: Fight for the Artifact

Toreka had caught sight of a circular pattern amongst the ruins, with a statue standing at the center. She couldn't be sure what it was of in the darkness, but it could have been important. Leaping her way down on top of it, she could tell it wasn't the artifact itself, but she was right there. She could feel it in every fiber of her being, practically pulling her in.

Clawing her way down to ground level, she raised her head as her feet remained above her head with all of her claws dug into the statue. It was there. She couldn't see it, but she knew she was facing it. It was beyond the ruined circle, beneath a pyramid of wrecked pillars, right there. The enormous darkside presence that echoed through the caves had hardly dragged her attention away from it.

Just as she found herself enamored with having located its whereabouts, something else was approaching, and just as it had been revealed to her, she had been revealed to it. A fur-layered beast, small in size, almost innocent-looking. She relieved her lightsaber from her belt and kept perfectly silent as she stared into the being's eyes. One of them would have to do something eventually, even if she was running out of time. There were more, maybe allied with this creature. Regardless, she hadn't exactly won the race, and the price for a tie may have been a costly one depending on the actions of her new competitor.

 

[Rexus Wenck]

Allies: [member="Kyli DT-6767"] | [member="Tanomas Graf"] | [member="Luther Ando"] | Dergan Twigg
Enemies: [member="The Wayfarer"] | [member="Nunak"] | [member="Barr Vexos"]
Location: Train Car Three
Objective: Unleash the beast
Music: El Club de los Cuerpos | Bill Elm and Woody Jackson (x)
Equipment:

Spoiler

Rexus Loadout:
DARKSABRE Power Armour (x)
12x Thermal Detonators
G-12A Blaster Rifle (x)
Lightsaber
Blackwing Electro Sword

Twigg's Loadout:
DARKSABRE Power Armour
DH-52 Rotary Maser Cannon (x)
24x Thermal Detonators
1x Blackwing Electro Sword (x)

Rexus watched as the Cathar sailed. His mind was ravaged by anger as his brain revolted against the augments. Lobes, squishing and squeezing against the cybernetic implants. However, the pitter patter of light rifles and pistols against his back distracted him. He would finish the disgusting non-human later. Instead, he now reached for the neck of a nearby soldier within arms reach, and snapped it. The life in the commandos eyes went dead instantly, before his limp body was thrown on top of another, knocking him down. Out the corner of his eye, Rexus saw the rail car door slam shut, and snarled. All the while as his close friend went berserk Twigg suppressed the enemy, "I don't fink he's doin' too well!" Twigg bellowed, "He's gone mad or somethin'!" He barked, as he slowly advanced. "Rexus!" Twigg called, "Ease up!"

But Rexus didn't. While the Wayfarer's attempts to numb his mind stopped, as he tried to recuperate, rage dominated the Death Troopers heart and soul. The pain subsided, but the adrenaline did not. He was caught in one of his classic rages, where he could only see red. Rexus savagely beat everything in his way, arms swinging with the force of a hundred men, crushing all who dared look at him wrong. Twigg unfortunately couldn't hold an angle, with Rexus racing around smashing fists into anything that was moving. "C'mon Rex!" Twigg snapped, "Calm down!" The Death Trooper looked anxiously at Kyli from behind the facade of the shielded helm. Twigg silently held fire, and reached down to his utility belt as Kyli gave the VX warning. If Rexus wouldn't immunise himself, Twigg would.

ALPHA Three finished tearing the arm from an unfortunate soul when the sickeningly sweet smell of VX filtered into his helm. His nose twitched, and his whole body stiffened, throat and lungs beginning to itch and ache. Fear flooded him. Fear and the sound of the Gundark Gunners screams as they were decimated. The sound of friends, and comrades in arms, their voices, washing through his fractured mind. The world, now became a little clear to him. He reached down, and snapped his antidote injector, and slid it in. Piercing his skin, and filling him with the small rush of chemicals. The welting and aching subsided, and for a moment, Rexus was back. He looked at Twigg. "Go take the Cathar!" He ordered, "I'll go breach the next door."

In all the fighting, Rexus had lost sight of his first real victim. He was searching, when he heard the crack. In a relative weak point in his armour, a blade slid through. Right at the hip, where the joint was weak. The wound wasn't grievous, but it was more so the shock rather than any proper damage. "Argh!" Rexus screamed, as he turned around to see the threat. And that's when he saw him. The aggressive little prick. The larger Death Trooper quickly snapped to attention and reached for the smaller trooper, VX antidote in one hand, primed to innoculate the non-human, while the other tried to snag onto his arm. This one would pay.

 

[Hannah]

Hannah, The Cog Girl
Planet: Sullust
Location: Ruined Jedi Temple, Hallway
Objective: Secure the Perimeter
Action: Engage First Order Forces w/ Z-24 Rotary Blaster Cannon (Broken, beyond repair)
Allies: New Republic Forces
Enemies: Engaging First Order Target [member="Marriskcal Lati"]

The Praetorian appeared as a vulnerable target for the moment and with droid like speed, It continued the attack to impale the Praetorian with its only remaining clawed hand. It held no worry of the blades that had cleaved its left arm, It knew the Force required concentration and focus, so It threw itself at the Praetorian before she could properly defend herself. [Object Incoming. . . .] Or so It thought.

Crack

Flash of steel, the rotary laser cannon's barrel bent across It's face, if the consquences weren't as dire it would had been amusing to witness. It struggled to grasp the ruined weapon with its last available arm, even It attempted to call upon the Force but to no avail. Still propelled forward by forward momentum, the impact of the weapon slowed It slightly but drastically impaired It from succeeding in any attack. As the cyborg sailed over to the Praetorian, suddenly a firm push from It's midsection, confused while still clawing at the weapon. It felt itself pushed and lifted further away from the Praetorian, the tail swung with erratic behavior as It landed with a low thump.

For a moment silence fell as dust rose from the impact, but a terrifying whirl of gears soon shattered the singular moments of calm.

Its claw stabbed the offending rotary cannon, and with the tail assisting It picked itself back up followed by the sound of steel grinding against steel. Strangely a low hum could be heard from the cannon as It turned to see what it had done to the cannon. A claw pierced into the power-cell and for the briefest of moment the blue eyes widened. With only a moment to flinch away, the weapon exploded and a bright flash followed. The barrel laid separated from the main grip of the weapon and It's last arm hung loosely by the shoulder joint.

It's tail swung and wrapped around the arm, with a tug, metal screeched and the broken arm ripped off. The tail swung the limb menacingly, battered and ruined It stood ready to continue the fight. The mask also broke in two when the barrel had slammed into it, but after the explosion what little held it in place was now in tatters on the ground. [Combat Effectiveness now below Sixty Three Percent. . . Survival will no longer be prioritized. . . ]

Hannah's face remained impassive as ever, except for the part of her hair on the left singed by the explosion. Her clawed feet outstretched and her body coiled up much like any predator, ready to leap into its next attack. Perhaps some of her species's genetic characteristics continued to hold on no matter what had been done to her on the operating table. Now though blue eyes shined even brighter without the mask, no longer obscured or focused in any direction.

Her tail rolled up and with a flurry of motion it unraveled, snapped like a whip and with the broken clawed arm launched outwards. The improvised weapon was thrown at the Praetorian, as the situation was no longer deemed viable to continue and now the next objective was in effect; [Eliminate the Target or Eliminate myself]. With the nearby pools of molten liquid rock, It knew where exactly to accomplish the new objective.

 

[Kyrel Ren]

Location: Sullust, Ruins
Enemies: New Republic, [member="Mishel Kryze"] [member="Coren Starchaser"]
Allies: [member="Samka Derith"], [member="Barbatos"] [member="Micah"]
Equipment: Raiment of the Vigilant, Vader's Bane Lightsaber, Kyrel's Harbinger Saberstaff

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Kyrel watched, as soon a Sith joined them. But it was not in what he had expected of course. In the form of a youngling, a Cathar kitten to which he had rarely seen that of the Cathar species. But it didn't matter in the end, Sith allies were more then welcome especially if the artifact was of Sith origin they were gonna need help in trying to obtain it. He could already feel the dark power of the artifact and knew that whatever knowledge. What secrets it held was important enough as it is.

Stepping forward slowly, the weight of his armor added more of a heavy step to his walk. Watching his master, the insane girl that Decitus was acted as if she was still a girl. He had long gone past the idea of being unnerved by her. From the way she said her words in a sing-song manner, to the very way she walked. He even thought that with her acrobatics she must have been a master of such forms like Ataru, even martial arts. Thankfully the Master of Ren did not plan on finding out.

He watched as the Praetorian and the kitten moved away from them towards the artifact. As soon as he looked back, the brute and the insane girl had moved forth, as with her graceful movements she had moved above him atop one of the ruins, clearly trying to gain an advantage. Sensing what was approaching him, he felt the strong pull of the Light side gripping him. His teeth gritted in anger inside his mask. He reached out and knew their enemies were approaching.

When he reached out even deeper. He had sensed a familiar presence that had only increased his anger. The blast from the path in front of them came forth, feeling a surge of dark side energy overwhelm him. It was as if he could feel like he could fight for eternity. A blast of telekinetic energy, mixed with a blinding light came forth. Drawing from the same power Decitus was giving him, he clothed himself in the darkness as if to absorb the energy, holding his hands up he tried with all his might to stop the telekinetic blast as two figures came forth. He burst out laughing like a madman as he saw a man with whom he met on Zonoma Sekot weeks before, and one an all too familiar face. One he desired to kill countless times.

"My this is unexpected, but not unwelcome in the slightest. Abomination, as much as I would say it's been a pleasure seeing that face again, that would be lying now wouldn't it." He said with a sadistic delight that could be heard through the mechanical tone coming out of the vocabulater. He grinned underneath the helmet. Powerful since his last encounter, and feeling more than able to take both of them on. He slowly pulled his saberstaff from his back. Activating one blade after another slowly with a hiss. The crimson blades extended shortly after so did the crossguard blades. Holding his saberstaff out, in a stance ready to attack the pair. "Let's begin." He said as he charged at them, the power of the dark side feeling as if an invincible and intoxicating liquid fire that consumed him from the inside. Energized and ready to fight he opened with a series of power attacks, mixing with moves of Jar'Kai, Ataru, and Juyo. Launching fierce opening power attacks, attempting to direct them first at Mishel's legs, and then to Coren's head.

 

[Progflaw99]

Location: Sullust, Auxiliary Garrison Sullust: Marius
Allies: The First Order | [member="Lydia Finn-Camden"]
Enemies: Any Subversives in Vicinity
Objective: Photo Op?

For a moment, Lydia had seemed almost just as surprised to hear his voice as he was to see her, here of all places. Hastily she continued, rather bluntly instructing him to remove his helmet. "Yes ma'am." he said, reaching up to unclasp the helmet from its place. As he heard the countdown continue he hurried, slipping the helmet up and off his head, running a quick hand through his tousled hair as the five second mark was called audibly. Lydia's own words put a confused smile on his face as she suddenly cut off at the chime of the droid - and they were live. Unsure whether to laugh or upset at the no doubt strange expression on his face as the camera drone activated, he forced a smile. For a half second he thought about ducking, or stepping out of frame but as Lydia turned back to face him he stood there awkward expression and all.

*Oh, I'm gonna get flak for this for sure. Helmet off in an operations zone, unsanctioned media appearance, not to mention operational security. Ah kark it.* Stepping forward, he took position just to the left and abreast of the Camden Media Group reporter. If he was going to get grilled later, he might as well make it look good while it lasted. Wiping the expression from his face and flashing one of his patented smiles, he took a deep breath and looked into the camera.

 

[Samka Derith]

Location: Sullust, Ruins​

Enemies: New Republic, [member="Mishel Kryze"] | [member="Coren Starchaser"]​

Allies: [member="Kyrel Ren"]​

The draw had worked. Samka grinned deviously among the darkness as an explosion of light signified the arrival of the enemy. She continued to lend her power to Kyrel, hopefully allowing the man to deal with the powerful attack. She could feel real strength so it was likely a seasoned Jedi Master below. Luckily enough, Kyrel was no weakling himself.

She stalked from above, tip-toeing her way around. Hopefully the master of stealth would be unseen. Kyrel would surely hold his ground alone for the time being but odds are rarely favourable for one being against several and she sensed several here. The powerful Jedi Master went without saying, around were other signatures. Weak with the Force, scattered, barely worth attention. Then there was another Jedi. It took a moment for her to recognise the signature, as corrupted as it was, but once she knew, Samka grimaced. Idiot girl. Traitor. Deal breaker. When last they met, Samka had let Mishel live in exchange that she never meddle in First Order affairs. Perhaps mercy was worthless after all...

She stifled her anger for now. It would be a powerful tool later but for the time being it could cloud her mind or reveal her position. Instead she silently called upon her subjects. Her Sullustans would stalk among the dark, seeking out the enemy's soldiers. The pawns would take down the pawns. Shuffling, groaning and drooling Sullustans would emerge to throttle the squads brought with the Jedi. Perhaps they'd repulse them. It didn't really matter to the young Ren anymore. Her Sullustans had done their job leading to the artefact. Now they were totally disposable, as a distraction if nothing else.

She silently circled above Kyrel and his attackers. Like a predator, Samka hunched herself over ready to pounce and tip the balance at the next opportunity.

 

[Progflaw99]

Objective: Supervise and carry out Sieger's will to search for relics.​

Allies: [member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Samka Derith"] | [member="Micah"]​

Enemies: [member="Mishel Kryze"] | [member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Abigail Meredydd"] | [member="Hannah"] | [member="Toreka"]​

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He stood for a moment, paused in the center of the room while he observed the pedestal before him. The item within radiated power and yet its true nature remained concealed. Whatever it was, the Praetorian's interest was piqued, his attention drawn. It was easy to tell the mechanical device in which the so called artifact was held was devoid of trick or trap, the various scanning capabilities of the helmet revealing a simple locking mechanism. Even so, the shape of the item within was blurry, obscured - no doubt a quality given to it by the one who put it there.

Crimson clad hands moved swiftly then, the sounds of combat echoing through the ruined corridors and partially suspended chunk of ruined biosphere. He could feel the others closing in. Running the tips of his fingers across the raised dais he felt for what looked to be a switch, the subtle angles and lines visible through his helmet's systems pointing the way. *There.* Taking a finger, he pressed gently upon a recessed button. His efforts were rewarded with a low grinding sound followed by an electronic whir as panels began to unfold from its surface. *At last.* It would take some time for the device to fully deconstruct and reveal the object. Until it completed whatever strange cycle had begun the Praetorian had other problems - those other beings he'd noted approaching? They were here.

Rising from his stooped posture he stood tall, silently waiting, hand hovering above the hilt upon his belt. Direct communication through the Force was a tricky thing, often a tedious exercise between sender and recipient - but Barbatos' message was simple. 'Come and take it.' he taunted.

 

[First Order Officer]

SULLUST SYSTEM
OUTER REACHES, BEYOND ORBITAL PLANE
FIV REMORA, TASKMASTER-CLASS ESCORT CARRIER
FLAGSHIP, TASKFORCE 38.5, SULLUST CONVOY ESCORT
SENIOR CAPTAIN ILLEXA RAJI COMMANDING
ALLIES: [member="Karlist Rax"] | [member="Ryker Atreides"] | [member="Cynthia Alucard"] | [member="Pierce Fortan III"] | [member="Siegmund Greyhelm"]
ENEMIES: [member="Cuan Kunn"] | [member="Solan Charr"] | [member="Roth Tillian"] | [member="Edward Thane"]

One particularly persistent squadron of fighters clung to the sides of the Remora like, well, the obvious analogy. It was a deceptively safe place for any pilot to lurk, as Captain Raji well knew. THe longer you stayed, the more time fire control systems had to really get a fix on your location, and that assumed you knew the layout of the ship well enough to be able to dodge every single defensive turret. To say nothing of the hostile squadron and escort ships nearby, which were even now refining their targeting solutions. The Twintails would likely find any further proximity to the box-like Taskmaster carrier increasingly hazardous to their as yet untouched number, but when they chose to break away it would be like diving through the jaws of death, as every escort would have a clear bead on them and now no longer any concern for hitting the carrier frigate.

Which did nothing to stop them from shooting up the Remora at this particular moment, of course. Explosions blossomed on the hull as the shields staggered and faded in places, and laser fire chewed through hull. Their latest effort seemed to be focused on the cavernous maw of the forward hanger doors, and after a few moments scanning the computer-generated damage reports, Raji ordered the main doors sealed. The last thing she needed was any internal damage.

As the great maw closed, the two squadrons still inside were rerouted to the side and ventral hanger doors. It would take some time, of course, but if they could brush off the strike craft they would have plenty of that. Assuming that cruiser didn't start shooting.

Elsewhere the sole active enemy corvette engaged the Ket H. Anders in a firefight, one it would have trouble winning against the larger and much more heavily armed frigate. What it didn't have any trouble doing though, was knocking an entire volley of missiles out of the sky. Not surprising, given the CIWS suite on the vessel, but an annoyance nonetheless. The Anders would have to slug it out the old-fashioned way.

"Energy surge from the cruiser, it's firing!"

Raji grimaced and braced, waiting for the inevitable. But nothing happened. After a moment, the operator spoke up again.

"Impact on the Vortusa, two direct hits. Shields held for the first hit, limited damage from the second."

The 71855's were a brand new design, one the Alliance had never fought. For whatever reason, it had gotten targeted first. Raji knew better than to question her luck, instead she simply gave orders to have the Remora drive into the merchant formation. Hopefully the attackers would back off rather than risk damaging the merchandise.

By now the Vortusa was close enough its guns were in range, and supported by [member="Karlist Rax"]'s corvettes it began to fire on the main body of the enemy fleet. If they could inflict enough damage on point defense turrets and other defensive emplacements, Raji could launch her bombers and finish this fight in one fell swoop.

Spoiler

1 x Taskmaster-class Escort Carrier: FIV Remora - MODERATE DAMAGE, FIRES ON SEVERAL DECKS NAV SYSTEMS DEGRADED

• Interceptor Squadron 'Pixies'
• Fighter Squadron 'Devils'
• Fighter Squadron 'Maces'
• Superiority Squadron 'Taurons'
• Bomber Squadron 'Bullhounds'

1 x Project 71855-class Heavy Frigate: FIV Vortusa - MINOR DAMAGE, SHIELDS RESTORED

• Superiority Squadron '???'
• Fighter Squadron '???'

1 x Lancer II-class Air Defense Frigate: FIV Whirlwind-9
2 x 849A-class Medium Frigate: FIV Bardon Sida, FIV Ket H. Anders
1 x FIPV-9 Kerunos SPV Connie 3-5

Captain Karlist Rax, Commanding:
1 x Chasseur-class Corvette: FIV Hussar
2 x Uhlan-class Hunter-Killer: FIV Chaser, FIV Avalon
2 x Blitz-class Corvette: FIV Gauntlet, FIV Sabre

 

[Kier Grey]

1SG. Kyli DT-6767
Sullust Subterranean Caverns, A.G Marius Military Rail Line, Gravtrain 'Tarkin' Cargo Carriage #70
Nearby Allies: [member="Luther Ando"], [member="Rexus Wenck"], [member="Tanomas Graf"]
Nearby Enemies: [member="Myk Venture"], [member="Nunak"], [member="The Wayfarer"]

Spoiler: Equipment

• Blackwing Electro-Swordhttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/124303-blackwing-electro-sword/#entry1729999
• DARKSABRE Advanced Powered Assault Armour/Mark IX/ALPHA/SOPMOD
• FastTurnhttp://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/FastTurn-3_Hydrospanner-3 Hydrospannerhttp://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/FastTurn-3_Hydrospanner
• G-6E Light Repeating Blasterhttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/124727-g-6e-light-repeating-blaster/#entry1734297
• G-12A Blaster Rifle
• [SIZE=10pt]M1-NR "Nerve" Autoinjectorhttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/103950-m1-nr-nerve-autoinjector/#entry1500738[/SIZE]
• Plasma Torch
• Stuncuffs
• [SIZE=10pt]VX Gas Grenadeshttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/103751-m1-vx-vee-ex-grenades/#entry1498254[/SIZE]

The well-trained disciplined Commandos weathered the fierce assault from Kyli, earning begrudging respect for their bravery in accepting their deaths as soldiers welting like candlewax beneath a flurry of precise aqua-coloured bolts leaving the barrel of DT-6767's Light Repeating Blaster. Thick strands of indigo strain around the colossus's armour while they slaughter their foe in an eerie wordless cold rage while comrade makes his anger all too well known, the bolts deflected back in Kyli's direction find their target and even as the First Sergeant's shields burst once again and return fire visibly bores straight into armour her aim never wavers. The Commando Team leader visibly broke from cover and stood brazenly in the open throwing up a heroic salute towards disengaging Jedi, no sooner than they sealed the door to Car number sixty-nine did Kyli's aim shatter the Captain's skull like brittle glass against Durasteel sending a geyser of slick icor through a small cavity violently pass the Jedi who had disappeared beyond that now freshly sanguine painted partition.

Rexus' wrapped his gargantuan fist around a squirming Commandos neck for only a moment before the Death Trooper's fingernails met palm with his dead victim collapsing towards the floor, Kyli watches with a mix of weary admiration and concealed concern as her friend and 'brother' wildly murdered the remaining Commandos with his bare hands. Kyli felt the muscles in face begin to twitch and muscles ache with lungs seemingly beginning to seize, she had begun suffocating as the incredibly toxic and dangerous VX gas made contact with her fair skin through the tiniest holes punched through bodysuit. "Alert: Cardio-Pulmonary Shutdown estimated in forty-five seconds, recommend immediate self-medication with counter-agent." Legion warned, the droid's voice holding an overt plain and dry concern for his charge, Kyli's left-gauntlet hurriedly buries down into a black pouch for nerve counter-agent in hand that spasming viciously beginning to pant in short panicked gasps the syringe finally plunges shallowly into thigh releasing its' pharmaceutical relief into Sixty-Seven Sixty-Sven.

Both Kyli and Twigg watch with their weapons silent as the Cathar Insurgent rams a knife into Rexus' abdomen prompting a swift reaction from not one but two Death Troopers, Kyli lunges forward closing the distance between herself and the Cathar within a fractions of second in an incredible display of dexterity and speed bringing supporting hand off her repeating blaster and straight down towards his left elbow in a grip where she applies force sufficient to shatter a Human femur down onto that precious joint whilst simultaneously thrusting the barrel of weapon into the catman's ribs as a warning and uttered a command through her annunciator with a disturbingly calm tone reflective of her casually slow heart rate. "You're under arrest, alien." Kyli would release Nunak's elbow from the anvil weight briefly placed upon it going to clasp his left-wrist and coerce his knee into bending beneath a powered armour boot heel to bring him down onto a submissive position upon knees, VX gas wafted through their carriage in a thick mustard colour-haze.

Without warning the Grav-train's 'brakes' abruptly activate pulling Kyli's body gently although no sooner had the woman begin shifting slightly magnetic surfaces on the bottom of powered armour boots steadied her like a statue failing to visibly shift her several hundred kilogram mass more than a few millimetres such is her imperceptively fast reaction time and neural inputs, flippantly she gives an order to Twigg, annunciator making another audible 'click' no doubt Nunak would conclude this was the Death Troopers communicating over their TEAMCOM. "Twigg, Rexus. Breach carriage number sixty-nine, pursue and engage their Jedi. Bring him into custody if possible, I will secure the Cathar." Kyli's gaze never leaves the considerably more feeble creature who had found themselves trapped between not one but two bio-engineered killing machines, the First Sergeant's attractive almond-shaped hazel eyes shift their gaze for a moment to the knife hilt buried into Rexus' body. Another audible click 'criched' from Kyli's annunciator while giving another command to the clearly furious and enraged Rexus who rattled visibly between the Nerve Agent and his own nervous system urging slaughter.

"Rex. Remove that blade and pitch it through the closest window, have your droid dispense bacta into the wound and get going. I'll contact Andy and get him to reach the engine and disable the breaks, I suspect the other contact I had on my motion monitor earlier are responsible." Kyli gave the order over ALPHA's shared TEAMCOM, ignorant that the Jedi is responsible for their sudden and rapid deceleration, believing that those unidentified contacts she'd witnessed on macromotion monitor just prior to their morning being interrupted by a suspiciously well-executed breach are the ones orchestrating what appeared to be a planned stop, but why? The Death Trooper hoped to find out and from the mouth of their fresh prisoner. "Alert: Prisoner appears to be under the influence of narcotics, advise caution." LEGION once again offered up a helpful piece of advice verbally through Kyli's helmet prompting her to agree wordlessly. Kyli went to attach Repeating Blaster to magnetic thigh plate before reaching for a pair of stuncuffs and reaching to secure Nunak's wrist in the reinforced conductive duraplast binders.

 

[Zark San Tekka]

Allies: [member="Krenis Skirata"] | [member="Chekīta Awaud"]
Enemies: [member="Dominic Craig"] | [member="Lucius Draugh"] | [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"] | [member="Koda Fett"]
Objective: Prison Break

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Gen Pop​

IDF Drilling​

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When Hiss Nortu's crew was eventually marched out into the yard, Private Jun and his Sullustan partisans were ready for them.

Before the Imperial corrections officers fully even realized what was happening, wave after wave of ragged inmate charged their position out of the woodwork. Many would fall shrieking to stun batons on their maximum settings and various other crowd control devices the First Order had on hand, but the Sullustans cornered each trooper in packs, overwhelming them through superior numbers and hacking away at any armor gaps they could find with crudely improvised shivs and bludgeoning instruments. Klaxons started blaring, and Jun knew they didn't have much time.

Auto-turrets whirred into position above them, tracking the chaos in the yard and prepared to unleash hell on prisoner and Imperial alike at the command of the facility's overseer. Once the shooting gallery started, it would all be over quick. Jun could only hope that the his accomplice in med bay had been right about reinforcements on the way. Although the Sullustan convict had know way of knowing it, [member="Krenis Skirata"] and his team should be in striking position already. If everything went to plan, the Empire would have a lot more to worry about than a mere riot.

Prying a stun baton out of a fallen Imperial's hands, Jun raised it above his head and gave a rallying cry, charging the next wave of corrections officers rushing to contain the situation with the rest of gen pop behind him.

Med Bay​

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Every nerve in Deacon's body felt like it was on fire, and he tasted blood.

The SIS operative seized violently back into consciousness, ripping through restraints with the brute strength only a timed adrenal release from his implants could produce. His hand flashed out like a cobra at the stunned orderly who was rushing to restrain him, crushing the man's windpipe and sending him sagging to the floor. Desmond made eye contact briefly with the medical center's lone guardsman, already raising a carbine in his direction. Lightning reflexes seized hold of a scalpel near his bedside and flung it with unerring precision into the trooper's neck.

Blood spurted from the wounded man's neck, but he remained standing and let lose wild burst from his carbine. Agent Darksword dove for cover, grabbing onto the other noncombatant in the room, a terrified nurse, and using her as a human shield to soak up the oncoming fire. Deacon dropped the smoking corpse and leapt over it, charging straight for the guard and knocking the carbine from his hands with a well placed chop. A jab to the face sent the man reeling, and Desmond seized onto the hilt of the scalpel and forced it in deeper, drawing a gurgling death rattle from his enemy.

Klaxons started going off, he couldn't be certain if it was because of the blaster fire or Jun's rioters, but he could already here the sound of heavy boot falls approaching from around the corridor. Picking up the guard's carbine, Deacon yanked the scalpel from his neck and used it to retrieve...biometrics. Imperial DNA should be enough to get him past most basic automated security measures.

"This was a terrible idea..." he muttered to himself with a groan, already the adrenaline was wearing off and his blaster wound had hardly even been treated.

 

[Marriskcal Lati]

Knight, Praetorian Guard
Equipment: Praetorian Armour, Vibro-Arbir Blade, Lightsaber (Blue), Binding Wires
Location: Archive, Jedi Temple, Biosphere Ruins, Sullust Surface
Objective: Capture Hannah
Allies: First Order
Enemies: [member="Hannah"]

Pandemonium ensued.

A loud crunch resounded through the hall as her makeshift bludgeon struck its intended target. With the droid eclipsing the already scant light streaming in, the blonde submerged herself in the embrace of her inborn gift. Even through the refrain that continued to sing and restrain her from wielding her influence with her usual meticulous precision, she was still a favoured child. So when Marriskcal implored for its guidance, the Force answered her call, its clear note breaking past the ever-prevalent hum of the artefact.

Letting out an exhale, Marriskcal thrust her limbs outward, slamming the soles of her feet into the form above. While the Praetorian held doubts that her action would inflict any damage on its chassis, her only purpose was to launch the mechanical being away from her person and to prevent it from pinning her to the ground. The moment she found herself caught and immobilised by the other, it would be the end.

As soon as the shadow has passed her by, the blonde moved swiftly into a defensive crouch. Bruised and sore, her physique felt strangely lethargic as she unfolded and straightened to her full height, the embers of her anger simmering as she observed the scattered cloud of dust where the droid has fallen for any signs of movement. Though her pain has subsided and relegated to the back of her consciousness, her gaze sweeping from left to right of her HUD. The bottom left corner of the display was utterly compromised, the part where she received a constant stream of telemetry from CentComm a scattering of broken pixels and white noise. It was slightly troublesome, but nothing truly debilitating.

However, her annoyance only continued to rise when her eyes landed on the data of both the suit and herself. Not only was the armour integrity was down by 35%, the feed also indicated that Marriskcal has likely fractured two of her ribs where the droid has struck. Though she has suppressed the worst of her agony, the slight difficulty she had in drawing any breaths deeper than small shallow ones and discomfort that emanated from her torso only confirmed its veracity. While she would have liked to spit out a curse, the blonde knew it was her own mistake of allowing herself to lose focus, so she bore it with a stoic mien.

Now that she was standing tall, the young woman caught glimpse of the bright crimson that was her blade a short distance away. And she would have summoned it into her hand, if not for the jarring screech of metal that was followed by a low whine. Already slowed down by her injury and warier than ever, the moment she saw the flare, Marriskcal raised a barrier. Even as the light began to dim and shrapnel rained over her, the Praetorian found her eyes widening at the reveal.

It was as if the world stopped on its axis.

“Ha… Hannah.” The solitary word that escaped her lips was a strange meld of her own voice that was shaded with a mechanical edge of her broken vocabulator. A mélange of confusion, anger, and hurt suffused the presence of the Praetorian. Instead of those beautiful ruby eyes that she so loved, only merciless blue stared back of her without any recognition. Her hands began to tremble even as she took an uncertain step forward, as if to greet the other. Everything else seemed so very distant, when all Marriskcal wanted to do was to hug her friend and reassure her that everything will be fine.

It was only when the clawed limb was thrown in her direction that the blonde snapped out of her reverie, the Force guiding her to step out of its way. A determined gleam entered her eyes as the Praetorian fell into the familiar form of Teräs Käsi. It was a foolish decision for a human to go barehanded against a mechanical being, but Marriskcal has lost all of her bloodlust ever since she recognised her friend. She may not know what has happened to her since they parted on Vale, but unless she found herself pressed, the young woman did not want to inflict permanent harm on a friend.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Allies: Alliance in Exile, New Republic, [member="Mishel Kryze"]
Enemies: First Order, Dark Side, [member="Kyrel Ren"] [member="Samka Derith"]
Objective: Push back the dark side

He looked at his student before he fell into the Force. Coren had been there. He knew more than anyone how to track the influence of the Sith. It wasn’t just dark side for him, it was when the Sith were coming and taking everything into their fold. The Ren were just an offshoot of this. The same way Metus was. Maybe Stazi was right. He shook his head. No.

He had to be here to fight. And this world? Sullust? The Capital of the Galactic Alliance? The natives understood the fight on Coruscant, against the Sith. Sadly no one was here when the knuckledragging Mandalorians had arrived. Coren hoped he could at least redeem the Alliance in the eyes of the Sullustans. The man was concentrating though, and he could feel the Force here, twisting.

“They do have their ability to stand on their own…” As much as he wasn’t a fan of them. With his blast, he took the second to reach out Mishel in the Force. Something he was used to doing nowadays, and that was balancing and charging his team up, but with the darkness here, he knew he needed a bit of a charge. A little to take that edge off, and reaching out to the energy, and the connection he shared with his student? That would do just what he needed. As he turned, he swung his lightsaber, to free the extension to the hilt, having it take on the silhouette of a lightsaber pike.

Keep your eyes open. The Master pushed in the Force. His blade ignited, blue-teal, and ready to fight the dark side. He stepped ahead of Mishel and moved his blade, intent on catching the strikes from Kyrel. He had a blade, ignited and blue, ready to block the shot for his head, and the hilt of his pike, songsteel and resistant, moving to take strike at Mishel, and spinning, hoping to knock Kyrel off balance.

 

[Mishel Kryze]

Sullust​

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Location: Underground​

Objective: Artifact / Ruins​

Allies: [member="Coren Starchaser"] | Alliance Loyalists,​

Alliance-in-Exile / Shattered Order, New Republic​

Opponents: [member="Samka Derith"], [member="Kyrel Ren"] | First Order,​

Knights of Ren / Praetorian Guard, Darksiders​

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Mishel drew in a breath and exhaled, she knew who she was going to face. She felt it within the Force, and so in her heart and in her mind, the prayer-song began. Ashira l'Adonai ki goah gaah, Ashira l'Adonai ki goah gaah. The Tygaran focused on her words, and so as Kyrel spoke she heard nothing, mi khamokha ba'elim Adonai, mi khamokha ne'dar baqodesh. Nah'ita veh'asdekha 'am-zu ga-alta, nah'ita veh'asdekha 'am-zu ga-alta. Ashira, Ashira, Ashira. The words were soft as they fell from her lips as the blast subsided and Kyrel turned to engage them she found it somewhat amusing, because either he was trying to blend duel-wielding forms with a very fast attack, or this his way of putting on some sort of Ren mating dance.

Coren moved ahead of Mishel blocking Kyrel's blade with his own as the telescoping staff extended with an aim to make contact with Kyrel's midsection. Yeah, Samka's around here somewhere. I'd have to be more dead than daft to not recognize that signature. Mostly because Mishel has been infatuated with Samka for the longest time, at least until L-49 and the subsequent departure at Dagobah that she had gotten over this crush.

The blue-teal hue of Coren's lightsaber brought Mishel back to reality as she moved to flank Kyrel. Her yellow lightsaber sprang to life as she placed one foot in front of the other on a line. Makashi. If there was a form she knew she could always fall back to it was Makashi, one of the hardest and yet most elegant forms to master. Both Kaalia and Ara often utilized it in their sparring sessions and in combat. A spare shoto rested along her hip where it remained clipped, her hand gripped the curve hilt of the lightsaber as she ran the prayer through her mind. Beh tfilot ha lev, lo barur im yesh makshiv, mish'ala nos'et tikva bishlachat la marom. Lamrot kol ha ke'ev, ve kol ha sakanot saviv harim hadanfu cil sheh klal yadanu eich lilchom. His saber was unwieldy or so that's the way it seemed to her as either emitter jutted crossguards. She waited for Kyrel to make his move watching his feet and the movement of his blade.

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

Location: Underground Ruins
Gear: Sith Imperial Cadet Uniform | Lightsaber | Sword of Omens
Allies: First Order | [member="Barbatos"]
Enemies: New Republic | [member="Toreka"] | [member="Abigail Meredydd"]

[ darth lolcat theme ]​

As the kitten entered into the ruins behind the head-long charge of his dark companion, the boy was quite perplexed at the sight awaiting him.

It was a room. With a pedestal in it. Very iconic. The artists of his favorite holo-comic should take note of how the architecture lent itself an atmosphere of authenticity that immediately set the imagination aflame.

Which was not to say that the youngling was convinced that the Knights of Ren search had yielded anything of note as yet. Honestly, you take a ruined building anywhere and stick a crushed fizzyglug can on top of a pedestal and suddenly everyone's jumping through their arse like they're Indiana Jedi and the Last Crusade.

The Holoflix worthy dramatic tension was only heightened by the stranger in their midst. A most curious creature -- small in statute -- clinging to a lightsaber hilt whilst gazing over at the predatory Master of Ren. Who, in finest Dark Side tradition, was either brooding or glaring. Or brooding whilst glaring, perhaps.

It was very Darth. Much Sith. Many Dark Side. The Immortal Sith Emperor would be proud. Or the Supreme Grand High Poobah whatever it was.

If only he had some popcorn, he might have found a spot on the floor in which to pop a sit and watch in awe as the climatic staring contest between good and evil unfolded in this very room...

...would have, if not for the tremor in the Force that had the boy's left ear fluttering.

The Sith Runes that he had placed had been trespassed upon.

It seemed as though that they would have another joining them. Wordlessly, the young Cathar turned slightly, so that he was looking back toward the passage from which he had entered into the room. Taking the large lightsaber hilt from his belt, the kitten held it parallel to the floor in both hands down low in front of him.

As the presence drew closer, the child's voice very politely called out, "Hello."

 

[Nunak]

Enemies: [member="Rexus Wenck"] | [member="Kyli DT-6767"] | Dergan Twigg
Objective: Survive.

In his primal rage he had no hope of surviving against the might of the Death Troopers. Vice fueled muscle provided no defense against the mix of bio-mechanical engineering that created them. With a low rumble, the dying embers of a roar due to lungs filled with nerve agents, the crook of his left arm let out a sickening pop as the bones buckled under Kyli's grip. With a gun shoved into his ribs and the application another dose of debilitating liquids the Cathar knew this was the end of him. Yet still his heart pumped, pushing corrupted blood throughout his veins as the last of the stims were consumed by now unwilling body.

Nunak did as he was told, though did so with predatory eyes which darted between the three of them. In this state he was almost harmless, almost. The reality of the situation crashed upon the rocks when the cuffs were slipped around his wrists. With the stims and chemicals taking their toll his body the mind slip in and out of articulated thought. Where would they take him, what might they do to him? He knew not, and the demons which manifested in his addled mind were punishment enough for his foolish decision.

As his thoughts shifted from possibility to possibility each grew more hazy than the last. Fatigue plagued his body, darkness began to rim the edges of his sight. Regret was all that remained, not of his recent actions, but of his past actions. Oh how this soldier longed for the golden savanna and great trees of his homeworld.